Natasha isn't surprised by the nostalgia she feels as the song starts up. Hearing it in this place again, it's like watching her memories unfold into a translucent layer over the present. If nothing else, she'll consider it a victory if she can give him back some good memories from his time in the Red Room.

And then he asks her to dance. Her head tips back so she can look up at him, one brow quirked with a little smile playing over her lips. It's certainly not what she expected. But she knows she can't turn it down.

"I'm not exactly wearing the shoes for it." It's a dry observation, a quick nod of humor to give him something to distract himself with if he needs it. And it's true, besides - her boots are well worn in and comfortable but they're built for walking and running and fighting. Not dancing. It doesn't stop her from placing her hands in his as she gets to her feet. She'll let him lead and decide how he wants to position them for the dance.